Date: Wed, 01 Jun 2022 07:53:56 +0000 From: Andy Gray Subject: When Andy Met Jack-9 (M+/t, oral, anal) All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and a teenage boy. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material. Please consider donating to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org). Let's keep this site up and running! When Andy Met Jack - Part 9 It was now 1963 and the school holidays had just begun. Gary, my best friend, was on holiday with his parents, so I decided to visit my cousin Donald. He lived on the other side of the Thames, so I had to hitch a lift through the Rotherhithe Tunnel - no buses ran through the tunnel in those days. So, there I was at the head of the tunnel, thumbing a lift from North to South, when a black Morris Minor stopped. "Where you heading, boy?" asked the middle-aged man behind the wheel. "Never mind, get in quick. I've got Mister Hurry-up right behind me." The man opened the passenger door and beckoned me inside. I quickly climbed in and pulled the door shut; and as I did so, the driver behind the Morris Minor hit his car horn. The man eyed me up and down, smiled, and raised an eyebrow at Mister Hurry-up's impatience. He then looked in his rear view mirror and released the handbrake. "Thanks, mister," I said, as the car entered the tunnel. "I just need to get through the tunnel. I can walk the rest of the way." "Yes, walking through the tunnel is a bit risky, what with the lorries and all. Did you know your flies are undone?" "The safety pin's come undone again," I replied. "The zipper's busted." "No money for new shorts; is that it?" he asked. "Still, if you close the flies like this..." I jerked back in my seat as the man put his hand between my legs and gently squeezed. "Careful, mister," I warned. "The pin's still open down there. You might get pricked." "Not to worry," he said. "I've had lots of pricks to deal with in my time." I gulped as the man continued to squeeze my cock through the fabric of my shorts and Y-fronts. He really knew how to keep his eyes on the road and toy with my growing stem at the same time. "Maybe I can help you out," he continued. "How would you like to earn five bob? You can buy an awful lot of safety pins with two half-crowns." I laughed and looked down at what the man was doing to my fourteen-year-old cock. "That's a lot of money, mister," I said. "What do I have to do to earn that much?" "Just let me see your willie .... C'mon, pull your shorts and underpants down and show me your willie." "Nah! Not here. Someone might see it through the car window. We'll be out of the tunnel soon, and they'll see it for sure." "I'll park up somewhere quiet," he said. "I only want to see you playing with it. That's all." "Alright," I said, taking the man at his word. "I'll play with it .... and you'll just watch?" "Yes," he said. "There's a quiet side-street I know. It's about ten minutes away." I was really nervous. The money offer was more than generous, but somehow the thought of showing the man my stiff cock was trumping all else in spades. I was getting more and more excited as the car turned off the main road and headed towards the quiet side-street. "How's this, boy?" he asked, as he switched off the car engine. "We're parked between two warehouses, so no over-looking windows and, because the street's blocked off at the far end, no through traffic." I glanced all around me and unbuckled my belt. The man was right. The side-street was ideal for a schoolboy to show off his hard-standing cock to a complete stranger. All the stranger-danger warnings were rattling around in my head, but I was too excited to care. And besides, the man looked like everyone's favourite uncle, so I felt really safe in his company. Once the belt was undone, and the safety pin made safe again, I lifted myself up and slipped down my shorts and Y-fronts. The man oohed and aahed as my four-inch cock bounced up and down like crazy. I sat down on the seat again and pulled my t-shirt up, past my belly button. This allowed the man to see my uncut length twitching away in all its glory. "You're a real stunner, boy," he said. "And that rigid cock of yours looks so-o-o sexy. Can I touch it?" "No! Not for five bob," I said. "Besides, we had an agreement." "Yes. We did, didn't we," he said. "I know. I'll give you another five bob to change our agreement. My hand instead of yours. What you say?" I didn't answer, I just spread my legs and offered the man my stiffy. In my book, a hand was just a hand, and the offer of more money sounded great. "What's your name, boy?" he asked. "I'm George, and I travel the highways and byways of this land, looking for young cocks to play with. Boys of your age are always in need of a helping hand, and that's where I come in." "I'm Andy," I said, between lustful gasps. "And I'm getting close to shooting my load." "No. We can't have you getting off that easy," he said. "Take off your windcheater and t-shirt. Let me see more of your beautiful body. I'll ease back a bit and let you get your togs off. We can then cuddle up before the big finish." I was completely naked by the time the "big finish" was over. I shuddered as I collapsed back in my seat. Jets of spunk were still hitting my chest as I moaned and groaned with pleasure. George had managed to use his hand, and my lustful excitement, to get me to strip off completely. Even my sandals and socks where now on the back seat, alongside my other clothes. So, there I was in the Morris Minor, totally naked and recovering from George's handiwork. Somehow, and I don't know how, I had agreed to take less money for the in-car sex-romp. George was now negotiating another fee reduction as he offered to wank me off again, or suck my cock. That night, whilst wanking myself off in bed, I tried to work out how George had taken back three half-crowns for "services rendered". Also, I tried to figure out how much he would charge me the next day, when he planned to take me through the Rotherhithe Tunnel again. I liked being naked in his car, and I liked him sucking my cock. The thrill of having sex in a semi-public place also kept my cock rock-hard for most of that night. * * * The next day, George drove past the two warehouses and came to a stop outside a run-down army surplus store. Colin, the owner of the store was very friendly, but his mother gave me the evil eye. She was very old, and sat in a chair by the main counter. Colin was keen to show me through to the back of the store, where the changing booths were. George followed us through and told me to take all my clothes off. Once I was naked, Colin handed me a black leather collar. I held it up and spotted a shiny metal name tag. "This is a dog collar, George," I said. "And it belongs to a dog named Butch." "Yes, yes," George said. "Now put it on, Butch. Colin needs to see you wearing it." I swung round and stepped into the first changing booth. I then stood in front of a full length mirror and put the collar on. Colin stepped in behind me and squeezed my arse-cheeks. "I enjoy playing with pretty pups," Colin said, as his hands moved round to my front. "I've wanked off loads of pups in these booths, so don't worry about covering the mirror with your seed." My cock twitched and my ball-sac tightened as Colin took charge of my naughty bits. His touch was just as good as George's, so I just stood there and let him have his way with me. "He's trim and fit looking, George," Colin said, as he stroked my hard-standing cock. "Does he bend over for cock yet?" "No," George said. "Well, not that I'm aware. I only met him yesterday." "Have you ever been fingered or cocked up the arse, Butch?" Colin asked, as he gently pinched my left nipple. "Has a man or boy fucked your arsehole?" "Yes, sir," I replied. "My best friend and I have been fucked lots of times by men." "Did you hear that, George?" Colin said. "He called me 'sir', and his best friend might be available for a fitting in one of the changing booths." "Stay focused, Colin," George said. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves." Colin pinched my nipple again, making me gasp. His hand then ran down onto my flat tummy. I watched in the mirror as the middle-aged man began to gently rub my tummy. "Oh, sir," I said. "That feels great." "That's good to know, Butch," he said, as he turned me round to get a better look. My cock was fully erect and throbbing away like crazy. Colin certainly knew how to get the best out of a bare-arsed pup. I so wanted to grab my stem and go for the big finish. Fortunately, Colin and George had other ideas. "My 'special' customers are going to love playing with you, Butch," Colin said. "George can drop you off each weekday, say around noon, and you can step into a booth and learn something new every time." I smiled as he turned me round to face the mirror again. George then squeezed into the booth and closed the privacy curtain. The two men pressed hard against my naked body and drained my ball-sac completely dry. And when I finally left the booth, the mirror was covered with several loads of spunk. My cock was very sore afterwards, but still I had a smile on my face. Colin's mother cursed me as I left the store. She knew what went on in the changing booths during the school holidays. George and his boys never bought a thing, but still they left the store with smiles on their faces. * * * In the car, on the ride back to my house, George explained to me how the ten shilling note that Colin had given him would be shared out. I would get one half-crown, with the rest going to George to cover his expenses - the price of petrol was mentioned several times during the one-sided conversation. I was being short-changed by George, but how else could I get across the river and into a changing booth? My plan of necessity involved getting a 'special' customer, who owned a car, to replace George. Luckily for me, I ended up with three old men that shared the task. They were only too willing to club together and replace both Colin and George. Henry or Tom would pick me up and drive me through the tunnel. We would then arrive at Owen's bungalow for a horny threesome or foursome. Unfortunately, Colin and George didn't like the plan. "Remember, Andy," George said. "I know where you live, so we don't want to get your parents involved in our little dispute. Now do we?" "No," I replied, as George opened the passenger door and I quickly got into his car. "And I'm not one for beating a boy up. So let's compromise." George squeezed my thigh real hard as he explained the new plan. I would now get two half-crowns for my time in the changing booths at the store. I would also get another half-crown when I posed, with other boys, in front of Colin's camera. I readily agreed to the plan when the grip on my thigh eased. "So, pull your shorts and underpants down and show me your willie, Andy," he said, as the engine burst into life. "And play with yourself as we travel through the tunnel and onto the store." I gulped as I unbuckled my belt and released the safety pin holding my flies closed. - - - All comments welcome